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¶ 1Leave a comment on verse 10
The curse of the ex-Albion star:
no matter who they are,
what league they play in, or how far
they’ve fallen from grace, or what smoke-filled bar
they now frequent- send them out on the same park
they could score a hat-trick against us in the dark!

¶ 2Leave a comment on verse 20
Peschisolido is a case in point-
he’d score against us if he had an artificial joint.
Do I really need to mention a certain Stevie Bull?
Let’s just say he repaid his transfer fee in full!
And, down the years, there’s been too many to mention-
it deserves some comment, warrants some attention.

¶ 3Leave a comment on verse 30
I mean, why is it always us?
Even if our goal was covered by a double-decker bus
an ex-player would find some devious way
to score; the inevitablility of it really is a bore
and it happened again on Saturday
as we travelled up North to play
in a cold and barren wintry land
where Wigan’s goal was tended by one Chris Kirkland-
This time- a variation on the theme,
instead of scoring, he had a goalie’s wet dream:
flying save from Morrison, when put clean through,
moments later the same from Chris Brunt too.
Then Olsson’s header clawed miraculously off the line-
I know I sound like I’m starting to whine
but the really, really frustrating part of it
is, when they played for us, they were really
not very good.

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Notes

the heart grieves Andrew .you wanna be up the other end mate …but Jim Dolbear kindly pointed out .. it was Shakespeare dreaming in the close or pre-season haze of Midsummer who allegedly said ” someone ‘s gotta be Bottom!”…but let’s not forget guys..you are the Boing Boing boys and girls in more ways than one..forever bouncing back up and down and in and out of the Premieship..at least you get to see different teams and grounds each season…
lovely last politically correct squeaky clean line by the way..
it is always a tricky choice for rhyme..fit, pit, wit, sit, bit, knit, hit, lit, writ, thank you..Editors

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It captures the essence of non-league football, and the travel involved to and from matches.

“Gathering on a Thames island for a sing-song”: possibly Eel Pie Island back in the 60s or 70s, a local venue that I never went to, but watched recently on a documentary.

I’ll count myself as one of these few Met fans!

I played on saturdays (SAL), but pre or post our season, I’d be supporting the Blues / football.

Given my ‘manor’, I’d be at either:

Stamford Bridge, or

Brentford, or

Imber Court, or

the Beveree (for Hampton, as was – now Hampton and Richmond Borough).

Imber Court holds a lot of fond memories for our family – it’s where we went on a regular basis to let off steam. I could cycle there safely with pals any time I wanted.

I watched Wimbledon champions in their early days there (venue for Junior qualifiers);, watched Chelsea train there for one pre-season (and grabbed a left behind sweaty shirt! Still have it – and yes, washed!).

Dad wasn’t much of a fan generally, but he joined me as we watched his friends and colleagues play, so a bonding time for the both of us.

My sister had her wedding reception there, and we had my mother’s funeral reception there earlier this year.

So your poem brought back some very touching personal memories, I thank you profusely for that.